But this control I could lose.
It wasn’t a sign of ferality, not anymore.Losing this control gained me paradise.
I touched her ankle and began stroking up her body. I curved my index fingers into the lace panties, and began pulling them down. She lifted her ass, letting me remove them. When I pulled them from her feet, and tossed them to the floor, I traced gently up her legs with both hands. Following the same journey, making her shiver.
My hands found her pink, manicured pussy. I nearly groaned with need when I found her already slick and ready. I didn’t indulge yet though. I kept traveling higher, walking around the island to keep touching her. I wanted to kiss her before I planted my face between her legs to feast on her sweet, addictive juices.
But Dixon—holding a can of whipped cream now, which I’d not even seen him grab from the fridge—walked purposely to where Tessa’s head was positioned and beat me there. He placed the dessert topping on the counter, then dropped to his knees. Dixon kissed our Omega deeply, their faces upside down and right side up, depending on perspective. My cock throbbed.
“Do you want me?” He growled, mouth still close enough to hers that their lips brushed.
“Do I ever not want you?” She answered the question with one of her own; her voice was pitched low and thick. Hot and needful.
Dixon stood and slowly started unzipping his pants. He gave Tessa a seductive stripping show before pulling his cock out, which was already rock hard. He grabbed the whipped cream, shook it violently, yanked the top off with his teeth, then sprayed a thick white trail across the length ofhis erection. He stared down at Tessa wolfishly, and she grinned. Her face had gone pink from hanging her head over the side, but she didn’t lift her body to give herself relief. She stayed in position, waiting with wide eyes.
The others began to undress.
Anticipation was a living, breathing thing.
It undulated through the space, along with our Alpha scents.
This woman, this breathtaking woman, had us all in thrall.
Dixon closed the short distance. Tessa parted her lips. As he pushed into her, I found myself watching the show and feeling like I’d explode. Dixon moaned as our Omega took all of him into her mouth. When she gagged slightly, he pushed further, knowing what she liked. Fuck, I couldn’t just stand watching. I needed to touch, and feel, and taste. I moved back to her legs, retracing my touches yet again. A third time. Never enough.
I pushed her knees apart, leaning over the counter and licking up her pussy slowly.
God, she tasted like syrup laced with a chest-warming spice. I could live between her legs.
The positioning wasn’t ideal, but I shoved my hands beneath her ass and lifted her high enough that I could gorge myself with ease. The sound of Tessa enthusiastically sucking Dixon’s dick shifted. She began to gasp and whimper while she worked her mouth over his length, and I worked my worst against her wet, and fucking luscious folds. I tilted my face just enough that I could gaze up the length of her curves as I ate her. Bit. By. Bit.
Ryder moved to Tessa’s side, leaning down to lock his lips around one of her hard, inviting nipples. His right hand massaged the other breast, periodically pinching its nipple sharply. She gasped and writhed under our touches. My gaze lifted over Ryder’s bent form, catching the moment Dixon cocked his head back, eyelids fluttering, and body shaking. He groaned loudly as he filled Tessa’s mouth with his seed, then stumbled away, grinning like a fool. It was seconds before Tray took his place.
“I bet you taste fucking scrumptious right now,” he breathed out before kneeling. By the sounds I heard next, Tray was feverishly kissingour Omega. When he gave her a chance to respond, Tessa’s voice was shaky. She was riding the edge.
“You just like tasting Dixon on my mouth,” she lovingly accused.
“More than you can imagine.” I heard Tray respond. I could imagine his smile. Half-cocked, boyish. Dimples on full display. “But it’s only this addicting because it tastes like you too.”
“Charmer,” she pushed out the word, barely managing it before dissolving into a moan of pleasure.
I lifted myself to standing, pushing two fingers between Tessa’s folds. I finger fucked her slowly, feeling the way her body grew increasingly slicker.
God, I wanted to sheathe myself inside her. I’d stay there forever, if I could.
Without warning anyone, I gripped her hips roughly and began to slide her body closer to my side of the island. She automatically lifted her head. Tray stood up, arching an eyebrow at the fact I’d just stolen our girl from him. Ryder shot me a look, almost predatory like I was stealing his hard-won prey, but he shifted, claimed his territory again in seconds.
I ignored the others. I focused on Tessa.
"I need to be inside you," I said, my voice rough with desire. My hands shook slightly as I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling the heat radiating from her body. It was good to be so damn tall.
Tessa's eyes locked with mine, pupils blown wide. "Who’s stopping you?" She challenged; that question nearly undid me completely.
I pushed into her slowly, savoring every centimeter I claimed. Her gorgeous damn body welcomed me home. The sensation was overwhelming—tight, wet, perfect.
Jesus, she felt amazing. Like nothing else in the world.
You’d think this was the first time I was sinking inside of her, instead of the twentieth… or thirtieth… or, fuck, probably fiftieth. Every time it felt like a goddamn rebirth.
